Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... hesitant, but the sight of the five one-hundred-dollar bills won him over.

Marlene hadn’t said a word since leaving the apartment building. Her silence was unusual for her personality but appreciated right now. It wasn’t like this was how I planned my night to go, either.

The cab slowed to a stop beside a curb and a grassy lot. I gave the cab driver another five hundred dollars and thanked him for his discretion. Then reminded him he just broke a lot of rules with his cab company. He didn’t want to get in trouble by talking about it with anybody. The cab driver nodded and agreed. It wasn’t until the cab pulled away that Marlene’s anger arose like an agitated cobra.

“Where are we? Why did you have them drive us to the middle of nowhere?” she asked.

“Just trust me, okay?” I said, setting the pace with a fast walk. “That back there was a professional hit—well, a professional hit as far as gangs are concerned. They weren’t targeting me.”

From the glance over my shoulder, I could see the words filtering through Marlene’s hard exterior. The realization that she had just survived an assassination attempt.

“Why? Who would dare…”

“I don’t know,” I said, with a hint of anger at being in the dark as well. “Lorenzo called and texted me while we… were distracted…”

Marlene looked away, feeling more exposed than normal.

“Said that we had been compromised,” I said as I took a right down a private drive after walking a few hundred yards.

“Compromised? What does ...

... that mean?”

“It means our phones, phone numbers, addresses, names… they were all obtained by someone who shouldn’t have them.”

“Who?”

I turned on Marlene and lost it. “I don’t know! I don’t know any more than I did ten minutes ago! I was just nearly killed, just like you too! Just give me a fucking breath!”

Marlene's face creased at first like she was a coiled spring about to snap back at me. But by the time I finished my rant, her face relaxed and turned sorrowful. We walked another mile in silence through the pitch black. I felt Marlene stay close to me now. The fear of the darkness and the critters hooting and howling in the night was only made worse when she realized where we were.

The woods cleared to a long private field revealing under the moonlight the private cemetery we had come to disturb. Clicking on my small pocket flashlight, I searched for the names. Stepping over the dead, I felt a pull on my shirt. Marlene had a fistful of the rear of my shirt and wasn’t letting go.

“Mark Spinelli… Rachel Spinelli…” I read out loud.

“Who are these people?” Marlene asked in a whisper, as if not to wake the dead.

“Fuck if I know,” I said and fell to my knees. Guesstimating the middle between the two gravestones, I dug my fingers into the grass and dirt and pulled away chunks at a time. It took about five minutes and it was just when my fingers were feeling raw that I felt them scrape a metal box.

I felt the unasked questions mounting inside Marlene but ...